The Mom Thing

I love being a mom.  It’s the one thing in the world that I know I do better than most.  It’s why God put me on the earth.  I nurture.  I rock The Mom Thing.

Part of me rocking the mom thing, means that my children are first no matter what.  Sometimes I like that and sometimes I’m resentful (and, I’m embarrassed to say, they know it because I wear my emotions like I wear makeup…all the time and all over my face); but it’s always them first. Their needs are paramount and I will set mine aside in a minute for them.  Not in the spoiling sense but in the you need this more than I do or I’m the grownup and that’s my job kind of way.

For example, I didn’t watch anything that wasn’t animated until the kids were in bed when they were little.  We watch a lot of TV but it was always their shows and not ours.  I remember watching re-runs of Friends once they got a little older and thinking, “Dang…has this show always been this risque?”  I hadn’t seen the show in years and I was amazed at how your perception changes after kids.

We never took a vacation without our children.  We went for weekends away from time to time but never a vacation.  We did all that before they were born.  I wanted to see things through their eyes.

I didn’t read a book until they were about 10 or 12 years old.  There was no time!  Occasionally I would squeeze in a book or two during bathroom time.  It took me years to finish Harry Potter when my son was reading it because I had to read it in such small doses.  (And yes…I am guilty of hiding in the bathroom from time to time…who isn’t?)

I also didn’t see a live action movie until they were old enough to go with me.  Why waste the money on a grown-up movie for two, when you can spend the same amount on a matinee for 5?  Plus, I love Disney and Pixar.

So it’s established – I’m a mom and I love it.

Except when the phenomena happens. 

Why is it that I can be gone all day working, leaving the house at the crack of dawn and not getting home until after 7, but when I walk through the door I am instantly “on duty”?  It’s truly insane.  What is it about a mom that dictates two, completely full-time and all consuming jobs, is your destiny?  Why is there a double standard that let men “get off work” and women simply transition to their second job?

Now that the kids are older I don’t really notice it as much.  Yes, I wonder why they wait until I walk through the door to ask a question when their father has been home the entire day.  Yes, I wonder why they wait until just before I’m about to go to bed to announce that they need something for the next day.  But overall, things have lightened up quite a bit.

But boy that Mom Thing has a long memory.  We are watching my friend’s 6 year old while she’s away on business.  This kid is wonderful.  He’s quiet and obedient and a joy to have in our home.  Plus I just love the hell out of him.  However, I come rolling through the door last night about 7:30 pm and all eyes turn to me!  I’m expected to get his teeth brushed and get him to bed.  No one said anything and all I had to do was ask for help but I was really taken aback at the feeling in the room.  Mom’s home!  She’ll take care of EVERYTHING.

So I went on strike.  I let go of all control and went into my room and did 40 minutes of yoga (it wasn’t completely guilt free but it was good).  By the time I came out, my minature houseguest had his pj’s on and was almost in bed.  I kissed him goodnight and tucked him in and off he went to dreamland.

Letting go is good…even if it’s letting go of The Mom Thing.

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